02-20-2020, 09:03 AM
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How pleasant.
This place still stank, but the creatures here were very kind. Especially Moth and Wormwood. Somewhere, behind that glare, he hoped to see that feathered lion. Maybe Moth would follow soon after? Maybe he'd pay a visit to the two in the future.
Wormwood had be patient with Olalla in his 'younger' years, well not that much younger. Though he had heard a rumor that the feathered lion had changed his name, maybe it was true or maybe it was just the crazy old druids talking. The beast clung to the firmer parts of the ground as not to sink in the mud or get eaten by whatever lived in there. Was there things living in there? Things that have mutated into ugly blobs? Probably not, but it was still fun to imagine there was. He sat on a stump that had been laced with what looked like Spanish Moss? Maybe it was just dead vines. He'd known from past events with Tanglewood that there'd be someone here soon enough but he prayed to gods that it was their general yet some part of him hoped even more it was that winged lion.
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Call Me Mr. Rattlebone
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%;max-height: 350px;overflow: auto;"][div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] Olalla had been in Tanglewood before, only this time his intent was different; and his attitude. Though he still had the same judgmental glare from before, dim yellow eyes swaying between mossy trees and gurgling mud. Call Me Mr. Rattlebone
How pleasant.
This place still stank, but the creatures here were very kind. Especially Moth and Wormwood. Somewhere, behind that glare, he hoped to see that feathered lion. Maybe Moth would follow soon after? Maybe he'd pay a visit to the two in the future.
Wormwood had be patient with Olalla in his 'younger' years, well not that much younger. Though he had heard a rumor that the feathered lion had changed his name, maybe it was true or maybe it was just the crazy old druids talking. The beast clung to the firmer parts of the ground as not to sink in the mud or get eaten by whatever lived in there. Was there things living in there? Things that have mutated into ugly blobs? Probably not, but it was still fun to imagine there was. He sat on a stump that had been laced with what looked like Spanish Moss? Maybe it was just dead vines. He'd known from past events with Tanglewood that there'd be someone here soon enough but he prayed to gods that it was their general yet some part of him hoped even more it was that winged lion.